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Island of Lost Girls: A Novel by Jennifer McMahon

Whereas parked at a gasoline station, Rhonda sees anything so incongruously surreal that in the first place she not often acknowledges it as a criminal offense in development. She watches, unmoving, as an individual wearing a rabbit dress kidnaps a tender woman. Devastated over having performed not anything, Rhonda joins the research. however the nearer she involves deciding upon the abductor, the closer she will get to the troubling fact approximately one other lacking baby: her ally, Lizzy, who vanished years before.

From the writer of the acclaimed Promise to not Tell comes a chilling and enthralling story of shattered innocence, guilt, and supreme redemption.

From David Baldacci--#1 bestselling writer and one of many world's preferred, extensively learn storytellers--comes the main exciting novel of the 12 months. THE HIT Will Robie is a grasp of killing. A hugely expert murderer, Robie is the fellow the U. S. executive calls directly to get rid of the worst of the worst-enemies of the nation, monsters devoted to harming untold numbers of blameless sufferers.

Whilst the offended white mob poured out of the bar on San Francisco's Geary highway and surrounded an blameless black guy, Kevin Shea was once the single person who attempted to forestall them. He failed, and now, due to a misleading information picture taken throughout the melee, he's sought after for the homicide himself-and the true culprits have threatened his existence if he says a notice.

A race-against-time conspiracy mystery with a perilous twist from the bestselling writer of the 1st Apostle.

Bohemia, 1741: at the northern banks of the Vltava River, a rare occasion is happening. inside of a personal chapel, a high-born Hungarian woman is being laid to relaxation. yet now not earlier than her center is faraway from her physique, and she or he is buried underneath a layer of heavy stones—lest she upward push back to prey upon her victims.

Venice, 2010: Holidaying within the world's most lovely urban, Chris Bronson and Angela Lewis find a desecrated tomb. inside of it's a girl skeleton and an arcane diary courting again 1000's of years. Written in Latin, it references a scroll that would offer a solution to an historical mystery. quickly corpses of younger girls, all killed within the related ritualistic demeanour, begin showing through the urban. And whilst Angela disappears, Bronson is aware that he needs to locate her earlier than she too is slaughtered.

But Bronson's hunt for Angela leads him again to the Island of the lifeless, and right into a conspiracy extra lethal than he may well ever have imagined.

The scent of nachos teased me. My fingers itched to pick up a ball, to send it flying down the lane. I loved bowling. I just hadn’t done it in weeks…because of him. Of Aaron. This was where we had our first date. Where we were supposed to be having a date. Right now. A sharp pang stabbed my heart and each thud was like a hammer against my chest. How had things gotten so messed up? Before we started dating—and even during—I used to think of him as Heart Stopper; I’d see his smile and my heart would give one solid thump and then poof, stop.

Are you getting a divorce? Are we becoming a statistic? ” My father let out a startled laugh, erasing the seriousness from his face for at least two full seconds. ” He quickly waved his hands. ” I let out a deep breath and sat back down, eyeing them warily. I wasn’t ready to relax just yet. The ‘nothing like that’ left a lot of ground uncovered. For instance, they could tell me I had been adopted or something. ” I asked. I shouldn’t have. As soon as the words left my mouth, I knew it’d been a mistake.

And then I burst into hysterics, laughing and crying at the same time. It was a silver necklace with a pendent. The pendent was…I couldn’t fathom the words. It was a small silver heart. Shooting through the heart was a single arrow, the tip made of a black stone. Onyx. My heart leaped and I wasn’t sure my ribs could contain it long. “I’m sorry,” I sobbed, the word bubbling out of nowhere. ” It was beautiful and ironic. And I didn’t deserve it. ” The words, spoken so softly, hit me like a lead fist and went straight through my chest to my heart.